#Camera Lens Protector

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Why iPhone Camera Lens Protectors Are Essential: Essential protection for mobile camera lenses

iPhone photography has quickly become a daily activity and the lens is an indispensable component. Your camera lens on an iPhone is essential to taking high-quality images for landscape photos, videos or selfies - protecting this delicate component can prove extremely helpful! An iPhone lens protector may come in handy too if needed!

Why A Mobile Camera Lens Protector Is Necessary Mobile camera lens protectors protect your iPhone camera against damage. Made specifically to fit its lens, these protectors may consist of tempered glass or high-grade plastic - providing a protective shield between any potential dangers and the lens itself. Furthermore, an iPhone lens protector helps safeguard its lens against dirt and dust build-up on its lens surface.

Avoid scratches with an iPhone lens protector!

A scratch resistant cover helps ensure maximum clarity from every photo taken with your iPhone camera lens protector, such as dust particles or coins scratching its lens unprotected and degrading its image quality over time - leading to blurry photos!

Impact Protection

If your iPhone drops, an iPhone lens protector will absorb impact and help prevent its camera lens from shattering, providing essential extra protection in an already fragile area of its design. The extra layers of security provided by lens protection is key.

Enhance Clarity A high-quality iPhone lens protector will preserve and preserve the clarity and quality of your photos. Its ultra-thin design and advanced coatings help ensure they remain vibrant and sharp.

Installation Is Easy Protecting your iPhone camera lens can be easy - most lens protectors feature adhesive backs which adhere securely to its camera lens without altering functionality or aesthetic.

Protect Your Phone Lens For Less Camera lens protectors provide cost-effective protection to iPhone lenses. By making a relatively modest initial investment in one now, it could end up saving significant sums later.

There are various iPhone camera lens protectors on the market; some protect only one aspect while others cover everything about a camera's physical makeup, while still others specialize in protecting only its lens. Below are a few popular examples.

Tempered Lens Protectors : Tempered lens protectors are popular due to their scratch-proof and durable properties; therefore making them the best way to safeguard an iPhone camera's camera lens against possible impacts without cracking under pressure. Furthermore, their crystal clarity means these protectors won't discolour from impact forces either!

Plastic Lens Protectors Are Light and Affordability If you prefer something lightweight and less costly, plastic lens protectors could be an economical choice that still offer some basic level protection compared to those made from tempered glass. However, their lifespan may not last as long due to wear-and-tear.

Metal Lens Protectors For iPhone Camera Lens Protectors featuring metallic aesthetics can provide not only protection, but a premium and sleek appearance as well. Though generally more durable, they may impede camera quality if designed improperly.

What makes for the ideal mobile camera lens protector for iPhone? When selecting an optimal lens protector for your iPhone camera lens, key factors include durability, installation ease and compatibility. To guarantee an ideal fit and HD clarity imaging for optimal image production use a lens protector designed specifically for it - or seek one designed specifically with iPhone in mind!

Conclusion of Article

An iPhone lens protector provides your camera lens with protection from daily wear and tear, giving you crystal-clear photographs without worrying about cracks or scratches compromising its clarity. Make your photos crystal clear today - protect your lens for smartphone photography success!

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Camera Lens Protector

A camera lens protector is a small, clear cover that protects the lens of the camera from scratches, dirt, fingerprints, and physical harm. These protectors are mostly made of tempered glass or high-grade plastic and are very thin. So they do not alter the quality of images captured but serve to fortify the lens.

Camera lens protector for clarity

Camera lens protectors have a ‘transparency’ ratio which generally places it around 99% therefore not affecting the clarity of an image captured. The use of quality tempered glass and anti-reflection coating enables sharpness, color correctness, and brightness. While the use of lesser-quality materials will slightly lower the quality of the photos taken. Choose ‘HD clarity’ or ‘ultra-clear’ protectors for the best effectiveness

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How Much Does iPhone 16 Pro Max Repair Cost in 2025?

The iPhone 16 Pro Max has set a new benchmark for smartphones in 2025, boasting a powerful A19 Bionic chip, advanced ProMotion OLED display, titanium frame, and improved battery life. But even with all the innovation, accidents still happen — cracked screens, battery issues, camera malfunctions, and water damage are more common than you’d expect.

So if you’re asking, “How much does it cost to repair an iPhone 16 Pro Max in Australia?” — you’re in the right place.

At GR Phones, Australia’s trusted mobile repair specialist, we’ve prepared a complete breakdown of the iPhone 16 Pro Max repair costs in 2025. Whether you’re based in Adelaide, Melbourne, or anywhere else in the country, this guide will help you understand what to expect.

iPhone 16 Pro Max Repair Costs in 2025 (Australia)

Screen Replacement

The iPhone 16 Pro Max comes with a cutting-edge ProMotion OLED display. But a single drop can leave it shattered.

Battery Replacement

Even with Apple’s improvements in battery health, performance may decline after heavy use.

Back Glass Replacement

The titanium frame with a glass back is elegant — but fragile. A fall can lead to cracks that affect wireless charging or look unsightly.

Camera Repairs

The triple-lens rear camera system is one of the iPhone 16 Pro Max’s highlights. But hardware damage or software glitches can affect camera quality.

Water Damage Repair

Despite being water-resistant, the iPhone 16 Pro Max is not waterproof. Water can damage internal circuits or cause the phone to stop working.

Motherboard / Logic Board Repair

This is the heart of your iPhone. If damaged, it may cause charging issues, boot loops, or total device failure.

Face ID Repair

Face ID issues usually result from water exposure, drops, or internal damage.

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Final Words

The iPhone 16 Pro Max is a premium device — and it deserves premium care. Knowing the mobile phone repair costs in advance can help you make better decisions and avoid overpaying. For high-quality iphone repairs, transparent pricing, and trusted service, GR Phones is your go-to repair centre in 2025.

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I Spy | Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black reader

Warnings: Dark themes & explicit smut (18+) – dom/sub dynamics, power play, voyeurism kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, edging, rough sex, choking, spitting, hair pulling. Use of pet names (Daddy, Princess, Sweetheart, Baby, Good girl) and aftercare } Everything is consensual, but read at your own risk.

Summary: Terry Richmond is a protector—his wife’s safety, comfort, and pleasure are always his top priority. So, when he installed security cameras around their home, she thought nothing of it. That is, until one night, when her impatience gets the better of her, and Terry calls at just the right moment. How did he know what she was doing? More importantly—what is he going to do about it?

Word count: 3K

a/n: i fear i may never get sick of writing dark fics with terry 🤭🤭

The world saw Terry Richmond as a man of discipline, a protector, a security expert who made a living out of keeping people safe. His job required precision, foresight, and the ability to stay ten steps ahead of everyone else.

It was a skill set that bled into every aspect of his life—especially when it came to her.

To outsiders, he was the devoted husband, the kind of man who took care of everything so his wife didn’t have to. A provider, a leader, a steady hand to hold in a world that never stopped spinning. But behind closed doors? That carefully curated image cracked just enough to reveal something deeper, something darker.

Because Terry didn’t just protect—he controlled.

He never had to demand obedience, never had to force her submission. That wasn’t how their dynamic worked. He made sure she had everything she needed, took every burden off her shoulders, so all she ever had to do was be good for him. She was independent, of course, but not when it came to him. Not in the ways that mattered.

And she loved it.

Maybe she didn’t realise just how much, but Terry did.

The cameras in their home were supposed to be for protection. A necessary precaution—especially given his line of work. At least, that’s what he told her. And she never questioned it, never really thought about the way his eyes seemed to be on her at all times.

How he always knew things he shouldn’t.

How he’d casually mention the way she liked to stretch after a shower, in their bedroom, alone.

How he’d remind her to drink water, to take a break, even when he wasn’t home.

Little things. Tiny, insignificant moments that should’ve been easy to brush off.

And yet, every now and then, she’d jokingly accuse him of knowing everything.

And every single time, Terry would just smirk.

Terry was at work when the doorbell camera notification pinged on his phone. A routine check—he already knew who it was. His wife. Home.

He watched as she stepped inside, her shoulders sunken, bearing the weight of the day. His jaw tensed. Terry watched, letting his eyes track each motion, each flex of muscle, each quiet sigh as she exhaled the stress of the day. He made a mental note to stop by the store—flowers, wine, something to make her smile.

His eyes stayed locked on the screen as she moved through the house, each step methodical, shedding layers as she went. Bag down. Shoes off. Jewellery unfastened. Then, without pause, she stripped away the first layer of clothing and made a beeline for the shower.

A smirk played at his lips. Switching feeds.

Bedroom feed. Ensuite door left open. Perfect view.

Steam curled past the frame, misting over the lens, but not enough to block his view. After so many years together, she could still bring him to his knees, take his breath away like it was the first time. Stunning.

The water cascaded over her skin, gliding down the soft slope of her shoulders, rolling over her curves, tracing lines he had memorised by touch. Awe and jealousy twisted in his gut. Watching the way the droplets stroke along her body, touching places before he could, had his fingers flexing over his thigh.

She was relaxing now—he could see it in the way her muscles unwound, the tension draining from her limbs with the rising steam. And then…

Her hands started to wander.

Innocent at first—dragging over the length of her arms, fingertips gracing her collarbones, down her chest, ghosting over the peaks of her nipples, following the curve of her waist, down the expanse of her thighs to the soft heat nestled between them.

Terry’s trance faltered. His breath stilled.

Would she?

His jaw flexed as he watched her fingers tease at her entrance, skimming the sensitive flesh - a mere whisper of a touch.

But then as if she knew, as if she felt his eyes on her through the lens her fingers halted.

Just like that, she continued the rest of her shower.

Terry exhaled slowly, heat curling in his gut. Good girl.

He would definitely reward her tonight.

Terry watched as she left the shower, her skin glistening and soft, her routine precise and practiced. His fingers itched to replace the ones that gently massaged the oil into her body, but there was a soft warmth he felt in seeing her more relaxed now—more content than she had been when she first walked through the door. His shift was nearly over, and though he had done his best to be patient, the pressure in his trousers told him how badly he wanted her. He couldn’t wait. Not with the way his dick was fighting against the fabric.

He saw her stretch out on the bed, melting into the soft sheets, her expression a mix of contemplation and need—something that made Terry pause, unable to fully read her through the tiny screen. He wondered what thoughts had crept into her mind, but that question was quickly answered. She parted her thighs, giving in to the pressure he couldn’t see but always felt. The same motion she had started in the shower, now continuing in the sanctuary of their bed.

All thoughts of reward and praise left his mind in that instant. This... this was a challenge. And a betrayal. And he wasn’t going to let it slide. Not with the way she had been so damn careless.

He kept his focus on the live feed, watching, unable to tear his gaze away from her as she touched herself. He wanted to reach through the screen, stop her, punish her. Instead, he called her.

The frustration was evident on her face as his call interrupted her, the satisfaction on her features faltering. But then she recognised the name on the screen, and a soft smile replaced her frustration. She thought it was a casual check-in, a harmless conversation with her husband. But Terry wasn’t here for pleasantries anymore.

He teased her at first, coaxing her into comfort, his voice soft, like he hadn’t just watched her betray him in their own home.

“How’s my girl doing?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual. “What’s on your mind?”

She responded, her voice softer now, already losing some of the tension she had held when he first interrupted her. Terry let her settle into the illusion of normalcy.

But he couldn’t help himself. His gaze hardened. The possessiveness that surged through him made his next words come out sharp, laced with that commanding tone she knew all too well.

“Are you enjoying touching what’s mine, my love?” he asked, the heat of his voice sending a ripple through her. “Too greedy to wait until I get home?”

Her breath hitched at his words, a flicker of shame— or was it excitement?—crossing her face as her mind caught up with her actions.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Terry continued, his voice lowering, predatory. “I have something to fix that impatience.”

With that, he cut the call, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

She sat up, dumbfounded, her mind reeling as she pieced things together. How did he know what she was doing? He always had a sixth sense about everything, from the mundane to the extreme. She used to joke that he had eyes at the back of his head or that there were cameras everywhere—but maybe that wasn’t just a joke anymore.

All she could do now was wait. Wait and see what was in store.

Terry came home, taking his time. He barely acknowledged her presence as he entered their bedroom, heading straight into the en-suite. If she didn’t know any better, she might’ve thought he was angry with her. But she knew better. She knew how much he loved her—too much to ever stay angry for long. No, this wasn’t about anger. This was about something else. Disobedience. That’s what he couldn’t tolerate.

She squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, her anticipation rising as she waited for him to finish his shower. Right on cue, he emerged, dressed in nothing but a towel. The sight of him—drenched, glistening, and radiating confidence—took her breath away. She couldn’t help but drink him in, her gaze lingering on the defined muscles of his chest, the water still clinging to his skin. They were both greedy, in a way. Him for being so impossibly handsome, and her for having him all to herself. That was exactly how she liked it.

His voice broke her idle reverie, smooth and knowing, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, as if he could read her thoughts. "So, do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked, the mockery clear in his tone.

She knew there was no good answer, no way to make it right, so she chose to stay silent. Her heart raced. Her pulse quickened. She waited for him to make his move.

He tilted his head, his eyes darkening with that signature dominance of his. "No? That’s fine. I did say I have a cure for your impatience." His voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge to it now. "You have a scratch to itch? That’s fine, sweetheart. You’re going to do just that. Here. Now. Until I say stop."

She held her breath, his words settling into the heavy air between them. "And since you’ve taken on that silent streak, I’ll take it as a yes. Not that you would ever say no to Daddy."

Terry's control was absolute. He dragged the chair from the vanity, positioning it at the foot of the bed, where he had the perfect view of her centre. His gaze flicked between her, observing every response she gave him—her parted lips, chest rising and falling with each breath, the curl of her toes. He ignored her pleas, focused instead on the sight of her slowly falling apart in front of him.

The thrill of the moment wasn’t enough for him to rush. He slowly stroked himself, his fist working over his length with an even pace. He was in no hurry. Watching her unfold, helpless to stop her own reactions, was enough.

Her attention shifted when she heard a low groan pass from his lips. She blinked, eyes drawn to the bead of pre-cum that pooled at the tip of his cock, a perfect drop dribbling down the shaft. His balls rested heavy on his thighs, and their eyes locked—an unspoken understanding between them, the tension palpable. The game was his, and he played it to perfection.

Terry’s voice broke the silence, a playful yet possessive tone dripping from each word. "You wanna watch, don’t you, baby? See what you can’t have until I decide."

Her breath quickened, and her chest heaved as she clenched the sheets tighter. The sound of his voice, mixed with the image of him touching himself so slowly, made her insides ache. She could feel her orgasm building, every inch of her body begging to release. But Terry wasn’t finished with her yet.

When she tried to stop, thinking she could control the situation, he halted her attempt with a firm command. “Now, I know I might be asking a lot from that pretty head of yours, but until you hear me say stop, you don’t.”

He moved to her side, kneeling between her legs, his gaze soft yet dark. Her pulse quickened as the reality of what was about to unfold hit her. She had no idea what he was planning, but she knew it wouldn’t be gentle.

Her climax was building, more intense now with his eyes on her, the thrill of being watched making it so much more unbearable.

Terry’s hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head back as he stared into her eyes. Her breath hitched, the air thick with the weight of his control. She was trembling, the effects of his teasing leaving her both desperate and afraid of what was to come next. He hadn’t given her permission to speak, but her lips parted nonetheless, desperate for something—anything—to release the pressure that had built inside her.

Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body fighting the urge to writhe under his touch. She knew he wouldn’t let her go until he’d fully reminded her who was in charge.

Terry’s smirk deepened, watching her struggle with the flood of sensations. "Good girls don’t beg, sweetheart. But you? You’ve been nothing but greedy. You’re gonna finish what you started, and you’re gonna do it right. Under my control. Understand?"

Her body was still, her eyes pleading with him, but no words left her lips. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak—it was that she didn’t need to. He knew.

"Perfect," he murmured, his fingers moving down her body to stroke her folds, his touch slow and deliberate. She gasped, unable to hold back the soft sounds as he teased her. His other hand, still holding her jaw, forced her to keep her eyes on him, keeping her attention firmly on his every movement.

His eyes never left hers as he slid his hand back down to her body, his thumb circling her clit with torturous slowness. The sensation was overwhelming, but his control was absolute. Every inch of her body screamed to come undone, but he was in charge.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her skin slick with sweat as the pressure inside her built higher. She couldn’t hold it anymore. Her orgasm threatened to tear through her, but just as she reached the brink, he pulled away, a deep chuckle escaping his lips as he watched her squirm in frustration.

“Now, Princess,” he purred, his voice dripping with that predatory tone she knew all too well. “I’m not sure which I want first—a thank you or an apology?”

Confusion flickered across her face, and he smirked, knowing she hadn’t quite grasped his intentions. “Now you know I take care of you in every way I can, and I do a damn good job at it too,” he continued, his eyes darkening with the hint of a challenge. “So why’d you think it was a good idea to take that from me, huh?”

Her head spun, but his words cut through the haze, her body reacting before she could form any sort of coherent thought. The sharp bite of his dominance pierced through her, the sting of humiliation mingling with her need. Her face flushed, the power dynamic flipping in an instant.

Terry moved to her side, pulling her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. His voice dropped, commanding her attention. "It's time to remind you who you belong to."

His hands slid over her body, his grip firm and possessive. He didn’t give her a chance to protest, pulling her into his lap as he thrust inside her, every movement rough and deliberate. She moaned loudly, the feel of him filling her driving her wild with need.

"Don’t forget who owns this," he growled, thrusting deeper, harder. "You’re mine, and don’t you dare forget it."

His thrusts were relentless, punishing in their intensity. He filled her, the connection between them now absolute. As he fucked her harder, faster, he pulled her hair back, forcing her to look him in the eyes as he claimed her fully.

“Don’t fight it,” he commanded, his breath ragged. “You’re mine, baby. Always.”

As the aftershocks of their climax rippled through her, Terry didn’t let go of her right away. His hand moved to her face, brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her skin, his touch gentle despite the fierceness that had just passed between them. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, soft but unwavering, as he cupped her cheek in his large palm.

"You're okay," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, soothing her with each pass. His voice was no longer rough with dominance, but warm with the comfort she desperately needed. His presence grounded her, reminded her that she was safe. She nodded slowly, her breath still unsteady, but his words had calmed the storm inside her.

He pulled her closer, guiding her to rest her head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear lulling her into a sense of calm. She breathed deeply, trying to steady her pulse, his hands gently massaging her back, easing the tension out of her.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You always do. But listen to me now, alright?"

She blinked, nodding against his chest, eyes fluttering closed as she waited for his next words. His voice was softer now, but still commanding in its way, holding her attention like a tether.

"When you're out in the world, you can do all the thinking you like," he said, his voice deep and steady, "but at home, with me? You switch your brain off. You listen, and you let me lead. No questioning, no second-guessing. Just trust."

The words settled in her chest, warm and reassuring. There was no shame, no hesitation—just his quiet certainty that she belonged with him, and he would always take care of her.

Her hand found his, threading their fingers together, and she squeezed, the gesture simple but full of meaning. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, before lifting her chin to meet his gaze.

"Do you understand, princess?"

Her lips parted, a soft smile tugging at her mouth, her heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something all-consuming. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

Terry’s smile was soft, approving, as he brushed a final lock of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her lower lip. He leaned in to kiss her, slow and lingering, as though they had all the time in the world.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against her lips, the words a vow, a promise. “And that’s never gonna change.”

She melted into the kiss, content in the certainty of his love and control, knowing that no matter what the world outside brought, at least here, with him, she was safe. Always.

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DATING MINGHAO INCLUDES…. — sfw

• indulging in his tea parties lollll.

• you actually never liked tea — always considering yourself a coffee girl until you met him. now, it’s your drink of choice.

• you’re the only person he never catches an attitude with.

• he won’t EVER judge you, even if the things you do are questionable sometimes.

• you learned how to make his favorite dishes from his hometown and it was one of the most heartwarming things anyone has ever done for him.

• you’re actually a terrible cook, but it’s the one thing you can do right and perfectly (shoutout to his mom and countless youtube videos for teaching you.)

• you raid his closet from time to time, letting him know that his fashion taste is superior whenever he complains about it.

• he secretly loves seeing you wear his clothes.

• you bought him one of those frog hats. he doesn’t necessarily like the hat, but wears it anyways because it makes you giggle.

• calm bf x hyper gf dynamic for sure. even if you are also calm, he’s a lot calmer.

• he has the habit of buying tea cups as souvenirs for you whenever he’s on tour.

• he insists that you try meditating whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed or have a bad day.

• he looks at you so fondly, it’s almost as if he has stars in his eyes.

• minghao was never one to see himself as a lovey dovey person until he met you.

• when you can’t sleep at night, he turns on ocean or rain sounds to help soothe your brain.

• when you two get into arguments, he’s a very good listener. he takes your side into account and tries to see where you’re coming from. you learned that he’s very level headed and because of this fights never get out of hand and are normally resolved very quickly.

• he always asks if you wanna come with him whenever he goes back home to china. (his parents love you and told him they wouldn’t allow him in the house if you weren’t with him.)

• your favorite dates are the ones in which he chooses and yall go to a museum. you actually don’t know what you’re looking at, but at least you’re spending time with him so you’re okay with it.

• if someone is ever rude to you, best believe minghao is not having any of it. he’s very quick to snap back, especially if it’s to protect you.

• he’s always buying you clothes. he’s quite the fashionista himself and considers himself an expert so best believe he’s going to use you as his model and dress you up.

• always looks at you questionably when you suggest something crazy, but nevertheless goes along with it just to see you smile.

• your outfits won't exactly match, but they would be coordinated somehow.

• he always finds a way to subtly include you in his instagram feed.

• definitely the type to soft launch your relationship on social media.

• he acts cool and calm when he finds out you're learning his native language for him (he's actually giggling and kicking his feet on the inside.)

• he's the logical one in your relationship.

• he knows you almost as better as you know yourself.

• your apartment hallways are filled with endless canvases that he painted for you.

• he's the type of person you can sit in a comfortable silence with.

• he always lets you do your own thing, but is a quiet protector. he always has his eyes on you whenever you two go out together and is ready to step in if you're ever uncomfortable.

• slow and sensual kisses !!!!!

• minghao takes the most perfect photos of you. he knows all your angles and how to do you justice through a camera lens.

[lazysoulwriter]

Beyond the Frame - Paul Mescal.

The soft rustling of leaves filled the air as Paul and (y/n) stepped onto the well-trodden path winding through the Irish countryside. It was a rare day off for them both, nestled in the heart of Wicklow, where nature had claimed every inch with open arms. The trees arched overhead like protectors, their leaves shimmering with morning dew. The air smelled of fresh pine and damp earth, a serene symphony that enveloped them as they wandered deeper into the wilderness.

Paul had insisted on this trip—“A break from the world,” he’d said, with his usual lopsided grin—and (y/n) had agreed, eager to spend the day surrounded by nothing but green hills and the soft cooing of birds. The city had been too much lately, too loud. But here, everything was peaceful.

“Hold still,” Paul called, his voice breaking the stillness but blending so well with the scenery. (y/n) turned to see him, camera in hand, poised to capture her. His hair was tousled from the wind, and a boyish excitement lit up his features.

She laughed, feeling a little self-conscious. “Again?”

He nodded, stepping closer as he focused the lens. “I need to capture the light just right. You know,” he said, almost teasing, “you’re the greatest work of art I’ve ever seen. How could I not take photos of you in every corner of this place?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes playfully, but her heart fluttered at his words. Paul’s charm was something she’d never quite gotten used to, no matter how long they’d been together. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Mescal,” she teased back, but she stayed still, letting him click away.

They continued their walk, Paul snapping photos at every opportunity—by the riverbank, where the water glistened under the midday sun; in a clearing where wildflowers bloomed in soft, pastel hues; by an old oak tree that must’ve stood for centuries, its roots deep and twisted into the earth. With every shot, Paul’s smile grew, and every time he lowered the camera, he looked at her with a mix of awe and love that made her feel more beautiful than any of the picturesque surroundings.

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, they found themselves sitting on a small hill that overlooked the valley. The world below seemed endless, a sea of green with patches of blue sky peeking through the clouds. Paul wrapped an arm around (y/n), pulling her close as they sat in silence for a moment, just listening to the wind.

“You know,” Paul said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take a picture that does you justice.”

(y/n) turned to him, brow raised. “Is that so?”

He nodded. “You’re just... you’re not like anything else, not like anything that can be captured in a frame. You’re more real than any photo, more alive. It’s like…” He paused, struggling to find the words. “It’s like the universe took all the beauty it could find and put it into one person. And here you are.”

Her cheeks warmed at his words, and she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You have a way with words, Paul. But I think you’re biased.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “But I’m okay with that.”

They stayed like that for a long time, watching the sun set in soft, golden waves over the Irish landscape. The world seemed to slow down, and for that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered—no schedules, no work, just them, wrapped in nature and in each other’s presence.

As the last light of day faded and the sky turned to shades of lavender and indigo, Paul picked up the camera one last time. Without saying a word, he captured (y/n) against the backdrop of twilight, her silhouette framed by the colors of dusk.

“Last one,” he promised, grinning. “But you have to admit, you’re the best muse I could ask for.”

(y/n) laughed softly, reaching over to take the camera from him. “Alright, now it’s your turn. Let me take a picture of the man who thinks I’m a masterpiece.”

Paul obliged, leaning back in the grass, a content smile on his face. As (y/n) focused the lens, she couldn’t help but think that this—this day, this love—was the real work of art.

And it was theirs to keep.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Let's Play Pretend - 7 | bodyguard!Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x singer! Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to hide here and find peace from the mess that wasn’t caused by you. But then, your hot neighbor bothered you. As if that wasn’t enough, the enemies you hated found you too.

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You stared at the photo in front of you.

It looked… intimate. Too intimate.

The way you and Bucky were captured—faces close, eyes locked, his smirk lingering—it almost looked like you were about to kiss. Was this really what it looked like through the camera’s lens?

Because in reality…

Last night,

The moment had been peaceful—just two people enjoying a quiet night in the park. The earlier tension had faded, replaced by a rare sense of ease. City lights shimmered in the distance, and a soft breeze rustled through the trees.

Then, out of nowhere, Bucky spoke.

“There’s another way to relieve stress,” he said casually, stretching his arms behind his head. “Works for both the body and the mind. I’ve never tried it myself, but I’ve heard it’s 100% effective.”

You turned to him, intrigued. “What is it?”

Bucky smirked. “Sex.”

Your eyes widened.

Then— SLAP.

His head snapped slightly to the side, his cheek instantly stinging. He blinked, bringing a hand to his face. “Yup. I deserved that. That was way out of line.”

You shook your head, exhaling sharply. “Why did you have to ruin the moment?”

He grinned, rubbing his cheek. “But… this is the first time you’ve said ‘no’ today.” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Even though it cost me my perfect cheeks.”

You let out a small pfft before shaking your head again. He was impossible.

Standing up, you dusted off your clothes. “Let’s go back.”

Bucky stretched before standing as well. “Yup.”

The two of you had walked side by side toward the car, the comfortable silence settling between you again. Neither of you noticed the faint click of a camera from the shadows.

So that’s what really happened.

But now, looking at the printed image in front of you, it told a completely different story. From an outsider’s point of view, it wasn’t just a lighthearted moment between two people—it looked like a couple teasing each other, laughing, touching. Even the slap appeared more like a playful caress. No wonder Selena had stormed in like she had caught you doing something illegal.

Still, her dramatic entrance was a bit much.

“You’re overreacting,” you said, crossing your arms.

Selena blinked, momentarily thrown off by your calmness.

“I was just worried,” she admitted, lowering her voice. “I don’t want you getting dragged into another scandal.”

You sighed, appreciating her concern but knowing there wasn’t much to worry about. “Thanks, Selena. But I think…” You glanced at Bucky, who had been leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, watching the exchange with an amused smirk. “I can manage.”

Selena hesitated, then let out a small breath. “I’m sorry. I overreacted. I’ll make sure this picture is wiped off the face of the Earth.”

Before you could respond, Bucky casually picked up the newspaper and studied the photo. “Why bury it? Your boss did hire me to be her boyfriend and protector, right?”

“NO!” Selena snapped, her eyes narrowing.

Selena’s voice rang through the apartment, sharp and full of conviction, making both you and Bucky flinch. She took a step closer to you, her gaze locked onto Bucky with pure disdain.

“She deserves someone so much better than you!” she snapped. “An A+ actor, a politician, a CEO—that is the kind of man on her level.”

Bucky simply raised his brows and made an exaggerated ‘O’ with his mouth, nodding like she had just given him the most profound revelation of his life. He didn’t bother rebuking her, which somehow made the whole exchange even more ridiculous.

You sighed. “Selena.”

“Yes?” she answered sweetly, her entire demeanor shifting as she looked at you, suddenly acting like a docile kitten.

“Be quiet.”

She clamped her lips shut immediately.

You crossed your arms. “Is there anything else you wanted to say? Besides barging into my apartment unannounced?”

Selena straightened, as if remembering why she was there in the first place. “Oh, right. I came to discuss your first live performance tomorrow.” She pulled out her tablet, her voice turning professional.

Bucky, who had been watching silently, noticed something different about you today. Your posture, the way you handled Selena—there was a newfound firmness in your tone, a quiet authority. He smirked to himself. Looks like you’re finally growing a backbone.

Selena continued, “So today, you’ll be heading to the studio for practice…”

As she spoke, you realized something strange—Bucky had been unusually quiet. For someone who always had a snarky comment, his silence was out of character. You glanced at him and found him lounging on the couch, headphones on, eyes closed as if he wasn’t even in the room.

When you finished discussing the details, he finally spoke without even looking at you. “I know you’ll break a leg tomorrow. Like always.”

You nodded in acknowledgment.

Selena, sensing that you weren’t going to say much else, checked the time and stood up. “I think I’ll head back to the company.”

“Alright,” you said simply, already leading her toward the door. You didn’t try to stop her, didn’t offer unnecessary pleasantries.

Just as you were about to close the door behind her, she suddenly stopped it with her hand.

“I’m sorry for overstepping today,” she said, her voice softer now. “It’s just… I only want the best for you.”

You studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you, Selena. I know you mean well.”

Her expression brightened slightly, as if she was relieved to hear that.

“But,” you added, your voice firm, “remember, there are boundaries.”

Selena’s smile faltered, her fingers tightening on the doorframe for a fraction of a second. Then she forced a small, polite smile. “I see. See you tomorrow.”

“Be careful on your way home,” you said before finally closing the door.

Without your knowledge, Selena walked to the elevator, but just before the doors shut, she cast one last lingering glance at your door, her eyes unreadable.

The moment she was gone, Bucky removed his headphones with a dramatic sigh. “Wow. The air suddenly feels so much fresher.”

You rolled your eyes. “She’s not that bad.”

“She’s just…”

“A controlling freak?” he finished for you.

“Hey,” you protested. “She’s my new manager. I’ll give her time.”

Bucky scoffed, leaning back. “Yeah, sounds like my former handler. Kept an eagle eye on me 24/7, but when I was getting tortured, he conveniently looked the other way.”

You blinked. “Hold up. You keep dropping these absurd stories like they’re casual conversation.”

Bucky shrugged. “Everyone has a different life. Something about her does feel… off. I can see it.”

“I know her story,” you admitted. “She was bullied when she was younger. Then she saw me as an inspiration, someone to look up to. That’s why she worked so hard to get to where she is.”

Bucky let out a dry laugh. “Don’t be fooled by a sad backstory.” His eyes darkened slightly, memories flashing through his mind. “I’ve dealt with ‘tragic pasts’ before. Nearly got me killed a few times.”

You frowned, taking in his serious expression. Unlike before, when he always had a teasing remark ready, this time he meant every word.

And that made you hesitate. So you choose to end the conversations.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

You arrived at the studio hours before the show started. Rehearsals went smoothly—nothing out of the ordinary. The lighting crew adjusted their setups, the band warmed up, and the producers made sure everything was in place. You ran through your performance multiple times, fine-tuning every detail.

Now, the real show was about to begin.

Before your performance, you were invited for a brief interview with the show's two female hosts. You sat comfortably on the plush couch, your hands resting on your lap as they smiled warmly at you.

“So,” one of them started with a playful glint in her eyes, “before we get to your much-anticipated performance, let’s talk about these.”

A large screen behind you lit up, showing several photos—paparazzi shots of you and Bucky. In some, he was walking closely beside you. In others, he had his hand on your back, guiding you through a crowd. The last photo showed the two of you sitting at a park, deep in conversation.

The audience reacted instantly with curious murmurs and excited gasps. The other host smirked, leaning forward.

“So… should we start calling him your new boyfriend?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

You blinked, caught off guard for a second, but then chuckled. “Well, we’re close.” Because it’s true. The two of you live together, and he stays close to protect you.

The moment the words left your lips, the hosts exchanged knowing glances before breaking into a fit of giggles. The audience followed, their excitement growing.

The hosts exchanged looks and giggled. “Ooooh,” one of them teased.

“Very close,” the other added, winking at the camera.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Not like that.”

Bucky, who had been standing off to the side, watching from behind the cameras, let out a low chuckle at your response. But as his gaze drifted, he noticed Selena standing in front of him.

Something was off.

Her body was rigid, her shoulders squared too tightly, and her fists—clenched at her sides. She was trying to control it, but Bucky saw the slight tremor in her fingers. A flinch, a tension that had nothing to do with stage nerves.

His expression darkened slightly. She’s not just controlling, he realized. She’s obsessed.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Instead, he kept his focus on you, keeping a mental note of Selena’s reaction.

Back on stage, one of the hosts grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. “Alright, we won’t push you too much about that,” she said, winking at you. “But now, it’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for—your live performance!”

The audience clapped enthusiastically as you stood up, giving them a polite smile. You walked to the center of the stage, ready to sing—only to notice something was… off.

Your band was already in position, but—where was your guitarist?

Your stomach twisted slightly. He was here during rehearsals. Why was he missing now?

The murmurs behind the scenes grew louder as the production crew scrambled. You caught snippets of their frantic conversation.

“Where is he?”

“He was just here—what the hell happened?”

“Are we switching to playback?”

“We can, but it’ll look weird if the rest of the band is still standing there!”

You turned to Selena, expecting some kind of explanation, but she wasn’t even reacting. Unlike everyone else, who was in a state of panic, she stood off to the side, perfectly calm. Almost too calm.

Your brows furrowed. What the hell?

Then your eyes searched for Bucky. He had been watching earlier—where was he now?

Just as your pulse started to race, a sudden sound filled the air.

The familiar strum of a guitar.

You spun around, eyes widening.

Bucky was sitting on a stool, an electric guitar in his lap. His fingers moved effortlessly over the strings, playing the opening chords of your song. His expression was unreadable, but there was the slightest smirk tugging at his lips.

The entire room fell silent for a split second before the producer let out a relieved, “Go, go, go! Start now!”

You were still in shock. “Bucky…?”

Bucky tilted his head slightly and mouthed the word.

Sing.

You exhaled sharply, pushing aside the lingering shock, and gave a firm nod. Then, without missing a beat, you lifted your hand and signaled the band to start.

The drummer tapped his sticks together—one, two, three—and the music filled the studio.

It was flawless.

The band fell into rhythm effortlessly, as if you’d all rehearsed together a hundred times before. And Bucky? He played as though he had always been part of the band. His fingers moved seamlessly over the strings, his posture relaxed yet precise. Every chord, every transition—perfect.

You stepped toward the mic, the weight of the moment melting away as you sang.

The audience swayed, captivated. The hosts exchanged impressed glances. Even the production crew, who had been panicking moments ago, now stood in awe.

And through it all, Bucky played.

Like he belonged.

As the final note echoed through the studio, the audience erupted into applause. You lowered the mic, catching your breath, feeling the adrenaline pulse through your veins.

The two female hosts practically bounced toward you, their faces lit up with excitement.

“That was amazing!” one of them gushed, gripping your arm. “You absolutely killed it out there!”

The other nodded eagerly before her gaze flicked toward Bucky. She squinted, then suddenly gasped.

“Wait a second… isn’t he the guy from the photos?”

The first host’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, he is!”

You parted your lips to respond but hesitated.

Before you could say a word, Bucky simply smirked and winked at them.

The two women let out a dramatic squeal, laughing as they exchanged knowing glances. The audience chuckled, clearly entertained by the exchange.

You sighed, shaking your head, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

After the show, you made your way back to the dressing room, still buzzing from the performance. Bucky followed, his usual calm demeanor in place.

As you reached for your water bottle, you turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know you could play the guitar,” you said, genuinely surprised.

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You never asked.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Wait a minute… you were listening to my song earlier, weren’t you? When you had your headphones on?”

“To learn more about the client,” he replied smoothly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You huffed a small laugh, shaking your head. “Well, thank you. You were a great help.”

There was a brief moment of silence between you—one that felt different from before. A shift.

A newfound trust.

Bucky tilted his head slightly. “I did you a favor.”

You frowned. “Oh? So that’s how it is?”

“Ssh…” He pressed a finger to his lips, his tone playful but serious. “It’s for your own good.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. What is it?”

He met your gaze, his expression turning unreadable. Then, after a pause, he said it.

“Fire your manager.”

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[a2remedy]

Rocking with the Joker

It was a dark day in Gotham. The dark clouds and heavy rain weren't a new sight for its residents. Some would say it's the city's natural state.

Heavy rain accompanied by thunder usually muffled the cries of people with knives or bullets in their abdomen from a deal gone wrong. At the same time, it was a comfort to Gothamites.

Rain showed the best and worst of the world's crime center. The muffled sounds made finding sleep in the city easier. It made its people more receptive to helping one another. Rain, Darkness, Shadows.

Those were the playgrounds for the very protectors of this city.

It was the very thing that frustrated Oracle at the moment. Looking through wet lens into the alleys and abandoned sites like her life depended on it.

Maybe it did. Switching to being the lady in the chair surely wasn't a seamless but she did a damn good job, if the numerous voices in her ear didn't remind her enough. But she couldn't help her frustration. Even if they didn't speak often, they shared a look. A silent promise to get back at their assailant for what he's done.

A week ago, rogues used the same playground to break out of Arkham. The Joker was out there. Somewhere.

And Jason was silent. It's been slowly eating at her as they caught more rogues. Tim and Dick reported back that they've 'contact'. Whatever they wanted to call it. She hated the 10-foot pole between him and the other bats. She knew he hated it too.

A week since the Joker escape, and his pit rage hasn't died down since.

Her mind stopped wandering as she heard the GCPD. Reported sightings of the pale green gas inside an indoor concert hall, the feint laughter in the background growing louder by the second. With a practiced deftness, she located where the officer's coordinates were and reported to the bats... Right near Crime Alley. "Does anybody have eyes on Red Hood?" Nobody responded for 1...3...5 seconds. She knew well enough that one of the first casualties when Hood was like this was his helmet , and she assumed right when she got in to see the blurry camera that glitched with static occasionally. Right at the doors of the venue. She could make out people crumbling to their knees, desperately making their way for exits before succumbing to the drug. The haunting laughter ringing out from crying faces with grins too large. "I NEED ETAS! STAT!" "I'm 5 minutes away!" Tim responded as he grappled from rooftops. "I'm there in 3!" Dick was hoofing it as she focused on Red Hood. She opened her mouth, and her stomach dropped. Static graced her ears as it came in, but she was sure she heard correctly. "I'm going in." "Hood, just hold on." She knew better than hoping he'd listen. She checked the clear camera. At least, he had his rebreather on. "Hood is making contact. Hurry!"

"On it!" The chorus of voices and affirmative "Hm!" brought the comfort of the rain back to her. He's not alone in this, and neither is she. ---- The corners of his eyes tinged with green as he felt the pits simmer to life. He had to act fast. He had the officers on-site help him and his boys move the people nearest to the exits away before he turned back to the venue and collapsed forms inside. He could barely make out what the others were saying, but he knew well enough that the venue could comfortably fit 1,000 people. Far too many for him and 20 odd cops to handle.

He could still remember Bella, the rock star in the making, nerded out when a meta from the out of the city announced a surprise performance for the end of her tour. What was her name again? He followed the sounds of gunfire the further he got in until he made it to the open double doors. There weren't any bullet holes through the wall and door frame, so he made his way in. His heart was in his chest as he laid his eyes on the room surrounded in green. Lazarus green.

Jason had to keep reminding himself, freak out later, there's a job to do. Freak out later; there's a job to do. FREAK OUT LATE-! Green paved its way through his sight.

But the pits we're of afraid of it. Should he be? He needed something, anything to ground himself. So he touched the freaky thing. The green at the encompassing his vision vanished. Like oil to water, whatever he felt now wasn't the pits. It was like taking a dip into a pool. Cold enough to make you flinch, but it warms to his touch. He didn't notice he was dragging his hand along it until a guy's voice rang out over the mental and physical gunfire. "EMBER!" He took off a purple guitar with teal flame details and tossed it over.

The guitar straps fitted on her like a glove. "I GOT IT, B! LET'S KNOCK THEIR SOCKS OFF!" Jason didn't realize he was holding his breath until he exhaled in relief. Not noticing the band members' attention snapping to him as he finally caught sight of the joker. He gave the room a once over. The room with cheering fans as the band members were still being fired on. "THIS IS EMBER AND THE BUSTAS-" The three other members responded,"-AND WE'RE HERE TO BUST YA BALLS!" What. The. Fuck.

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hyunjin on bubble: the screen protector broke exactly where the selfie camera's lens was

[riflebrass]

A couple months ago I 3D printed a camera mount for my hat. Along the way I decided that A. I wanted to put a tempered glass lens protector on the camera and B I wanted to make the mount stronger so I ended up getting some carbon fiber reinforced plastic.

Unfortunately this stuff seems to be garbage. It's so bad none of the calibration tests I run produce any measurable difference. The parts came out not only looking like shit but in the wrong size so they don't even fit together. Also the camera case is too big for the lens protector to stay in place.

The good news is that while the camera is a tight fit I was able to slide it out of the old case without destroying it. I just taped the corners of the lens protector in place then slid it back in. I still need to reprint the part of the mount that goes on the hat but that's easy.

As for the left over reinforced plastic I'm thinking of doing some tests with it. I want to print a solid brick of the stuff as well as several thinner panels I can epoxy together to see if either one will stop a pistol bullet.